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5.0 out of 5 starsby Shontae on December 29, 2015

​"A sense of honesty shines through"

I really enjoyed this book. I have never visited Asia so I was keen to experience it through this diarised account of a young man's travels in the 1980's. A sense of honesty comes through, which is a strong influence in this format of writing as it is an open and detailed account of the people, the places and personal adventures he experienced. I applaud the author for including some of what we might call 'ordinary' aspects of travel and day to day living as it reinforces that this is true and not fictionalised. Highly recommended for travel writing fans.

Jackson and Francesca, Cole and Evelyn: two baby boomer couples who have overcome their own personal hell to forge vibrant, lasting marriages

When Francesca and Cole pass away within six months of each other, Jackson and Evelyn continue the pen pal relationship the two women started some 52 years prior.

And with each bit of correspondence they find their hearts healing. Together, can they create a new and lasting bond?

Evelyn Harper walked in her back door with a serene look on her face that only a calm spring morning spent in her garden could give her. Taking her big yellow sun hat off, she tossed it on the counter then looked in the fridge for the pitcher of iced tea. As she poured her drink, the house phone began to ring. Quickly putting the pitcher away, she hurried over to answer the call.

“Hello?” When nobody responded, she said it again. “Hello?”

“Evelyn, it’s Jack…” His voice was broken.

There was only one reason Jackson would call and sound like that. “Oh Jack, oh no. I am so sorry.”

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” he whispered, tears clogging his voice.

In the forty-four years she had known the former Marine, she had never seen or heard him cry. But now, she knew it was inevitable. His beautiful wife had finally succumbed to the uterine cancer. “I know. I wish there was something I could do for you.”

“No need,” the strong, stubborn man said, his voice still distorted by the sound of stifled sobs. “She was your friend, you need to mourn too.”

“Jack, she was your wife for forty-four years, the mother of your children…”

“She was my heart,” he murmured. “She always claimed that we were together through fate. But if fate is real, how could it be so cruel? Why didn’t this so called fate just take me from her when I was injured in Vietnam?”

“Because fate likes to play with us, like a cat and mouse,” Evelyn whispered. “As you know, my Cole believed in fate too. He nearly drove me up a wall with his talk of it.”

“Yeah,” Evelyn agreed. “If you need anything Jack, just call. I know a little bit about the mourning process. Cole has only been gone for six months now.”

“I will, and thank you. Francesca’s funeral is on the twentieth at three p.m. I understand if you can’t make it, it’s quite a trip.”

Evelyn wiped the silent tears from her eyes and put a brave smile on her face. “I’ll be there, Jack. Nothing will keep me away from saying goodbye to my friend.” And nothing would keep her from fulfilling her promise to Francesca. She would make sure that Jack had someone to lean on through this loss.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice getting stronger. "Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course,” she answered. “What is it?”

Jack hesitated for a moment then blurted it out. “Your sister-in-law is speaking at the funeral, could you…could you say a few words too?”

“Yes Jack. I would be happy to. “I think I’ll read the letter I was about to send her – the end of our pen pal adventure."

“That would be nice,” he said. “I know Fran would love it.”

“Then it’s settled. Remember, if you need anything, just call, anytime of day or night.”

“Thank you Evelyn. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Bye Jack. Give the kids my love.”

The phone line went quiet and Evelyn hung up her end. She barely made it to the nearby bar stool before she collapsed into tears. Her friend of 52 years was gone. It just didn’t seem possible. They had met on Francesca’s father’s fishing boat in Ketchikan Alaska when she was eight and Fran was ten. They had been pen pals ever since. Evie’s twin brother Ethan was Jackson’s best friend, and he and his wife Charli, who they'd also met on the fishing boat, had been part of a double wedding with Jack and Fran in the summer of 1969. Through the years, they didn’t physically see each other much, but their friendship, once it had started, had never faltered. And now, she was gone.

JJ Ellis is first and foremost a mom to five kids, four girls and one boy, ranging in age from 4-20. After that, she is a physically limited wife, blogger and now an author. She holds a degree in Communication Studies (Public Relations) from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas but never thought she would chose writing as a career, especially at the age of 42. She once wanted to be a publicist in the entertainment industry, but never a writer. Then one day when she was in her mid thirties she was going through what can only be described as an early 'midlife crisis' and ideas just started to come to her and she felt compelled to write them down. She finished her first book relatively quickly, but life got in the way and it took her eight years to revisit it and then publish her first novel. She can honestly say that now she is finally right where she wants to be.

JJ has been married to her college sweetheart (and romance novel hero) for twenty-one years and they reside in Casper, WY with their kids and one crazy mutt named Kreuger. She enjoys reading, writing, blogging, computing, and graphic design. She will try anything that will allow her creativity to be released.

TA ELLIS

TA Ellis is married to best selling romance Author JJ Ellis and is the father to five kids, four girls and one boy, ranging in age from 4-20. He holds a degree in Secondary Education from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and has flirted with the idea of writing for years. He however did not expect to be writing romance as Sci-fi/horror/fantasy are more to his liking. But as a sounding board for his wife, he realized he had some good ideas and the team of JJ & TA Ellis was born.

TA lives in Casper, WY with his wife and kids and one crazy mutt named Kreuger. He enjoys reading, video games and grilling. He is excited to embark on this romance journey...after all, he's been happily married for twenty-one years.

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Chapter 4​From

Good Morning Diego Garcia!

A Memoir

​by

Author Susan Joyce

From The Author, About The Author

​I'm Susan Joyce, an author, artist, and perpetual dreamer. At age 20, I left the United States to see the world. I planned a one-year adventure, but ended up living my 20s and 30s in Europe and the Middle East. As a Jill of all trades, I worked as a secretary, freelance travel writer, taught computer classes, wrote songs, became an accomplished artist, and an award-winning author and editor of children's books. I’ve lived in interesting places during interesting times, including divided Germany, Israel, and Cyprus during the Turkish invasion (which adventures I describe in The Lullaby Illusion), England, Belgium, and Switzerland. My home has been tranquilo Uruguay since 2009, after several years in anything-but-tranquilo Mexico. My travel memoir of a twelve year period of my life—The Lullaby Illusion: A Journey of Awakening has led me to a wonderful Facebook group which I recommend: We Love Memoirs. Of course I also recommend the book!

From Chapter Fourof​Good Morning Diego Garcia!​Bombay, IndiaJune 1975

​We asked about good restaurants in the area. She suggested the Harbor Bar, a lounge bar in the hotel where you can enjoy drinks and order food from any Taj Hotel restaurant.“Nice!” I said. “The airline clerk recommended it.”“Yes, and it’s famous for its selection of drinks; the first licensed bar in Bombay,” she added.“I’m feeling perkier already,” I said.“Let’s check it out!” Charles smiled.“Be sure to ask the bartender about the signature cocktail,” the receptionist said, pointing us in the direction of the elevator and lounge.“Sounds perfect,” I said. Entering the Harbor Bar, we noticed the liquor license plate: proudly hanging, proclaiming its place in Bombay history as the oldest licensed bar in Bombay.The greeter showed us to a comfortable window table facing the historic waterfront—overlooking the Gateway to India.A smiling waiter welcomed us to the stylish lounge bar.“We have a selection of fine wines, malts, spicy cocktails, and international food fare," he said. "But first let me tell you a bit of our history.”We smiled, waiting for him to continue.“The Harbor Bar opened in 1933,” he said, “during the Prohibition era, and was the first licensed bar in Bombay.”We nodded.“An American, traveling across the Indian Ocean in a yacht, was docked in our harbor when he received a radio call from his wife telling him Prohibition in America had ended. He had no alcohol on his yacht and decided to walk to the Taj Mahal Hotel and get a drink to celebrate the news. Entering the Harbor Bar, he asked for a special drink to quench his thirst after many years of not drinking alcohol. The bartender agreed to make him a special drink to commemorate the happy occasion. Using Indian fruit juices, he promised to concoct a tasty cocktail which would blow his mind.With the first sip of the exotic cocktail, the man shouted in glee. ‘What is the name of this amazing drink?’The bartender smiled and said, ‘Sir, since it’s an original made special for you, you can name it.’The American stood, raised his glass, and shouted, ‘From the Harbor Since 1933!'"“What a great story,” I said, laughing. “I’d like to try it.”“Flambéed at the table,” the waiter said.“Flambéed?” I asked. “Even better.”Charles nodded. “When in Bombay … we’ll have two.” The waiter returned with a cart holding two wine glasses filled with sliced fruit and another glass filled with fresh squeezed fruit juice and ice. He poured the content of the two glasses into a shaker and shook it with the fancy flair of a seasoned performer, and poured the mixture into two fluted bowl shaped glasses.“Gorgeous glasses.” I said. “Shaped like the kerosene hurricane lamp my grandmother used during storms when power went out.”“It’s called a hurricane glass,” he said.I laughed. “Of course."He poured gin into another waiting wine glass, and struck a match to light it.“Oh,” I said, watching the flames rise.He swirled the glass and flames around, and slowly poured the flambéed gin into our hurricane glasses. One last stir and the signature cocktail was presented with a broad smile.The flames disappeared. We sipped the tasty cocktail.“Peachy and light,” I said, asking for the recipe.“Gin, crème de peach, pineapple juice, and green chartreuse.”“Thank you!” I noted the ingredients in my travel journal.“Flambéed to perfection,” Charles said.We clinked glasses together, and said, “Cheers!” in unison.The waiter smiled. We decided to order dinner from a restaurant located in the hotel named Tanjore. Our waiter explained their menu offered dishes from all of India’s diverse regions. He suggested we order a sampler platter for two, which represents all of them. “You won’t be disappointed,” he added, and explained tastes of India vary tremendously, as a result of local culture, geographical location, seasons, and economics.Charles asked the waiter to select a white wine to go with all of the different cuisines.“An Alsace Pinot Gris,” he suggested. “It provides a touch of sweetness.”“Perfect,” Charles said.

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'The Last Christmas'​

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Monica not only authored 'All I Want For Christmas' but she also scribed another Story, 'The Last Christmas'.

Both Stories are included in the box set, ​"Santa's Naughty List"

Monica Corwin

Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and her ever growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.

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“You are asking me for my soul, sir.”Richard peered through the iron barsat the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he’d only just read how she murdered two men. If the reports were true she did it in defense of someone else but the alleged victim never came forward and the men’s families made sure someone paid. He decided he had to be honest with her, even if it came at the loss of the project.“Yes, and I have no guarantees if it will work or if your soul can even be recovered if it does.”She stood and approached him. For a second he thought about backing away. The crime scene photos alone gave him cause to fear what she could do with her hands. Even between the bars she looked small and frail, but a lifetime’s worth of fight training made her one of the most proficient warriors in the world. And that was how they sealed her fate. Any fight she entered into would immediately be deemed as use of deadly force.“Come closer, Mr. Alumnent and I will name my terms,” she whispered.He took a deep breath and stepped forward, bending down so his 6’2 frame fit to her 5’4’s.Before he could draw another breath her hand snaked through the bars and gripped his shirt. She dragged him in so his face pressed against the metal.“I will submit to being your science project on one condition.”“Yes.” He allowed himself a moment of pride for the steady response.“I will not die a virgin. You will find a suitable man to take my virginity and then I will consent to your prodding and science.”He blinked trying to wrap his mind around her demand. The thought his entire project depended on her virginity seemed surreal. And only cemented his resolve for the necessity of the project. If humanity was so lost that a person would prize sex over saving millions maybe Cardinal was right. He voiced that opinion and Ruby caught the name before he could take it back.“Who is Cardinal? Someone you have in mind?”Richard cleared his through and dislodged her fingers so he could step away. “He is no one you need concern yourself with.”And the absurdity of her trying to entice Cardinal surprised him. The man was the least sexual being he’d encountered. In his studies he had interactions with all sorts.If her one demand was sex then he would find someone to do it. “Do you have a preference for your companion’s age or physical characteristics?”She hung her wrists over the bars like a wet rag on a sink’s edge. “I don’t have much of a preference. Someone close to my age is all I care about. Taller than me and not too chubby.”Richard filtered the requirements through his mind and nodded. “Fine. I'll do it.” He stalked from the prison and back to his lab. Maybe one of his lab assistances knew where he might hire a prostitute for a conjugal visit on death row.

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​Today we have a special guest blog from one of our featured authors here at Rukia Publishing, John Searancke.

Without further adieu here he is, John Searancke.

Author of

"Prunes For Breakfast" & "Dogs Days In The Fortunate Islands"

​Sarah Jane, thanks for inviting me to write a spot for your blog.

My name is John Searancke, and I live with my wife Sally in the north of Tenerife, one of the islands that make up the archipelago known as the Canary Islands, out in the Atlantic Ocean. We moved here from England about 7 years ago, and since settling in, I have become a restaurant reviewer for a Tenerife newspaper, been invited to take on reviews for a UK publishing house, imported an old classic car which we drove down through Spain from unearthing it in England, and, in between all of that, written two books.​I always wanted to write a book, but it had been right at the back of my mind until I retired and thought that it was “now or never”!The first is entitled Dog Days in The Fortunate Islands and describes the joys and tribulations of exodus to live in a foreign clime, learning a new language and coping with the thousands of quirky Spanish protocols. Our dog Freddie has some chapters of his own, where he meets and makes some new friends. Some of his exploits are almost too astounding to believe – but they are true!

My second book is completely different, and is entitled Prunes for Breakfast. After having been handed a family cache of letters from WW2 that I did not know existed, I wrote the war story of my father – he who never mentioned his war after it was over, and who had been a distant parent. I discovered another side to an extraordinary man who made the most of his war, who was finally captured in Normandy, and languished, after a horrible journey, in a prison camp in northern Germany. Nothing could ever be the same again afterwards…

I love the titles of both of my books. I wanted to come up with something different and eye-catching. The first book title is a play on apposite words and the second…well, you will have to read it to find out why it is called that! It is SO relevant!And finally, a word about the front covers. Both were drawn and painted by my brother in law, John Harding. I supplied my ideas for a rough brief, and he has come up with a couple of covers that not only do I love, but clearly many others do too, judging from the comments that I have received. John works as a commercial Illustrator when he is not exhibiting his own paintings and, should you be in need of a front cover, just ask me, to be put in touch!

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Good Morning Diego GarciaA Memoir​byAuthorSusan Joyce

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​​Bombay, India — 26 June 1975

​The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes. --Marcel Proust

​We arrived in India at 7:00 AM. On final approach, I pointed out to Charles the hundreds of shacks, surrounding the airport. Endless clothes lines strung across roof tops to dry laundry.“Welcome to Bombay, gateway to India,” the flight attendant announced.We pulled our belongings from the overhead bin, and waited for the cabin doors to open.Exiting the plane with us was a beautifully dressed Indian woman, in a sari which appeared to have gold threads woven into it. “Be careful in the terminal,” she said in a thick British accent. “There are bands of thieves who steal valuables. Keep your suitcases close to you at all times.”“In the airport?” I questioned.“Yes, It’s terrible. Crime in India is out of control. The government needs to do something about it.” “Oh, thank you,” I said, “we’ll be careful.” With only ten minutes to catch our scheduled flight toMadras, we stopped at the airline desk to ask them to hold the plane for us.“What is your final destination?” the airline clerk asked.“Colombo, Sri Lanka,” Charles answered.“I’m sorry,” the airline clerk said. “It’s not possible. You’ll need to collect your baggage and pass through customs.”“Customs?” I asked. “We’ll never make the flight.”“I can book you on the next available flight to Madras in two days time, and on to Colombo,” she said.We wondered aloud how to contact our friends in Trincomalee. No clue how to let them know.“Surrender to fate,” I said.“Not much we can do,” Charles said. “Book us on the next available flight out.”“Since the delays are Air India’s fault, we will book you into a luxury hotel and pay your expenses,” the clerk informed us.“Where will we be staying?” I asked.“The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel,” she answered.“The Taj Mahal?” I asked. “Fabulous!”“It is,” she said. “It’s been renovated and is beautiful. It’s Bombay’s first harbor landmark and the first licensed bar in the city.”“Sounds great.” Charles smiled.“It’s legendary,” she said. “Ask the hotel staff to tell you about its history. The ballroom has a gorgeous view of the Gateway to India.”“Exciting,” I said. “Thanks!” I turned to Charles. “Time to see the sights of Bombay.”Charles nodded.“But for now, all I want is a shower and a comfortable bed,” I announced. With our tickets re-booked, we followed the crowd into the baggage area.After two frustrating hours, we found our luggage and proceeded through customs.We lugged our heavy suitcases along a long corridor in the direction of the exit. Charles walked ahead of me, trying to locate a bank so he could change money. Seeing none, he suggested I stay with the luggage while he explored. I pushed our suitcases close together and stood waiting for him to return.Disembarking passengers thinned out. All at once, the terminal seemed eerily empty.Out of a side corridor, three young Indian men appeared, moving toward me.I quickly straddled the suitcases and sat, legs dangling across them.Approaching, they asked if I wanted help moving them.“No, thank you!” I said, firmly. “I’m waiting on my husband.”“We help you,” one young man said, reaching for a suitcase.“No,” I shouted, looking around the terminal for help. I noticed a sea of orange robes heading my way. A group of young women chanting and dancing in brightly colored orange saris.“Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama,” their chant grew louder and their dancing got wilder as they neared.The three young men backed away and disappeared into a dark passage.When the dancers reached me, they smiled.One introduced herself as a devotee of Krishna, and offered to sell me a booklet to benefit the starving children of India. Others continued to chant and sway.“Where are you from?” I asked.“New York,” she said. “And you?”“I’m from LA. Why are you in India?“We’re here to sell our books and spread the word about Krishna Consciousness, and build a temple to honor our Swami, Srila … ”“There are thousands of starving children in New York,” I said.“We worship the Hindu god Krishna as the one Supreme God,” another young woman chimed in, ignoring my comment.“So you’re missionaries?” I asked.“We’re evangelists. We believe in reincarnation …” one follower wanted to explain their beliefs, but another interrupted, while others continued to chant.“I believe in reincarnation,” I said. “But I don’t think I need to sell it to others.”They kept chanting and dancing around me.“How many times do you have to chant this?” I asked.“Sixteen,” a young woman answered.I shook my head in disbelief. Where the hell is Charles?“We’re vegetarians, and abstain from worldly pleasures,” the young woman said.“Does chanting help?” I asked. I must have looked confused.Another young devotee explained they practiced being celibate.“No drugs or alcohol,” another chimed in. “The temple will be our heaven on earth when it is completed.”They tried again to sell me the book.“No. But thanks,” I said, my eyes searching the corridor for Charles and grateful for the diversion which drove off apparent predators. What was taking him so long?When the Krishna believers realized I had no intention to purchase a book, they moved on. I looked again for Charles and sighed, relieved to see him coming back. His smile told me he had found a place to exchange money.

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Meet The Authorof"Fated By Fire"​~ Kelly Cozzone ~"Fires of passion burn from within."

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​​On The Nineteenth Day, my bad boy gave to me...

Meet The Authorof"Fated By Fire"​~ Kelly Cozzone ~"Fires of passion burn from within."

Kelly Cozzone was born in New Martinsville, WV. After spending 15 years in Myrtle Beach, SC, she finally made it back to her adopted hometown, Austin, TX.

When Kelly isn't writing the mystery stories she loves, she is following her beloved Texas Longhorns. An avid football fan, she spends her fall months rooting on her favorite teams.

In addition to being an author, Kelly writes for Examiner.com and shares her thoughts and stories that strike a chord in her on her blog. She is a member of the National Association of Professional Women.

Kelly has been happily married to her husband for 20 years and has three children who are her life.

Please Welcome Kelly Cozzone to Rukia Publishing with her story "Fated By Fire" and the box set it's included in "Santa's Naughty List".

Hello Kelly and Thank you for joining us today for this countdown to Christmas special with 25 Bad Boys from "Santa's Naughty List".

Let's Get Started!

​How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

I’ve been writing for about 10 years. I started as a copywriter and it’s grown from there.

How did you come up with your stories?

Most of the core of the story just hits me then I work around the idea

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

The best aspects of it for me is seeing an idea turn into a book. The added bonus is seeing someone enjoy it.The worst for me is writing the sex scenes. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me but it is.

What inspires you to write? I love the process but what inspires me the most is my fans! They are the best.

Tell us about your other books?

Tropical Dreams and Tropical Nightmares are my romantic suspense series. Cooking with the Crazy Lady Authors is a great cookbook collaboration I did with some of my closest author friends.

​Meet The AuthorOf"Charley’s Christmas Wolf"C.D. Gorri

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On The Tenth Day, my bad boy gave to me...

Meet The Authorof"Charley’s Christmas Wolf"​C.D. Gorri"So what now? You bite me and I’m a Werewolf too?"​

I earned my Bachelor's Degree in English Literature from Montclair State University. I attended Catholic school from grades K-12 and am the youngest of six daughters born to Italian parents.

I currently live in my home state of New Jersey with my husband, my children, and my dog.

It has always been my dream to be an author and I am proud to say I am currently writing a teen/YA paranormal fiction series. My eBooks, Wolf Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel # 1, Hunter Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel # 2, and Rebel Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel # 3 are available now. Casting Magic: The Angela Tanner Files #1 is currently on Amazon only.

I am happy to announce the launch of my new Adult Paranormal series, featuring the Macconwood Pack, this winter.

I am currently working on book 4 of the Grazi Kelly series, Winter Moon. I am hoping to have it available this winter as well.

Hello C.D. and Thank you for joining us today for this countdown to Christmas special with 25 Bad Boys from "Santa's Naughty List".

Hi all! I write YA/NA and Adult Paranormal Romance. I have five ebooks available at this time. Wolf Moon, Hunter Moon, and Rebel Moon are the first three installments in my Grazi Kelly Novel series featuring teen heroine Maria Graziana Kelly. Casting Magic, the Angela Tanner Files #1 is the first novella in a spin-off series, it is available #free on Kindle Unlimited.I am currently working on the fourth novel in my Grazi Kelly series, Winter Moon, which I hope to release soon.Charley’s Christmas Wolf is the first in my Macconwood Pack series and is in Santa's Naughty List, 25 Tales Of Paranormal Bad Boys!

Let's Get Started!

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?

Well, I self-published my first book in 2014. I’ve been an avid reader since grade school and it was always my dream to write. I remember being captivated by the written word since I could read. I have been writing for myself for years. Things like short stories, outlines for possible books, journal entries, and even some bad poetry, but it wasn’t until I had children that I felt true inspiration. I wanted to write something that my own children could identify with, relate to, and of course I wanted to entertain them.

How did you come up with your stories?

My first series is YA paranormal story featuring teen heroine Grazi Kelly. Each following series, The Angela Tanner Files and the adult paranormal Macconwood Pack Series are all part of her universe. Grazi has been whispering around my brain for years, the other characters and storylines just sort of followed. I took things I know something about, NJ, Italian cooking, Catholic school and used all of them and more in my works.

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

The best aspect of writing for me is when I am editing and I’m all like, wow, did I really write that? I mean we all suffer from self-doubt and that is certainly one of the low points of being a writer or working in any of the creative arts. I imagine the most difficult aspect of writing for me is when the inspiration just won’t come and it feels more like a chore than the joy it actually is for me. Whenever that happens I just take a little time out, play with my kids, go for a walk, or cook something yummy up in the kitchen.

What inspires you to write?

I find inspiration everywhere. My husband, my children, my friends, books, music, TV, Church, politicians, trips to the doctor or grocery store. I use it all. It’s all a part of life. I write to entertain and maybe, hopefully, to teach, after all that is what storytellers do

﻿Thank You C.D. Gorri for sitting with us!

Thank you so much for your time. Grazi’s universe is evolving and growing with every word I write. These amazing characters have been whispering around my head for years, I only hope I am doing them justice with my writing. Be well and happy reading! ​Del mare alla stella,C.D. Gorri